Perfect

Hope

She was walking in the dark, not minding to turn on the light. Her flat is not that spacious nor sophisticated, just a kind that screams practical rather than anything, so there's no use in worrying she might crash into something. She knows that her eyes will get used to the dark as she poured her sherry at the table top. "Well, I got used to being in the dark for over a decade ago" she mused, can't help but snort at how that phrase has double insinuation.

She has never seen the light ever since, and that's probably because she never bothered herself with finding the light as well. She had willingly thrown herself in the bottomless pit, thus she knew she didn't have any rights to complain.

Yet, now she was.

Amusingly smitten by an angel that choosed to reach her hand despite knowing she might stab her back. To top it off, the cool guy has picked that exact same time to lift her up from her doom while still threatening her for the doom if she does the angel any harm.

She cackled.

For the longest time, she felt warm crept from her cold, frozen heart. Perhaps it's not that bad to nurture that tiny hope. The hope in the shape of one angel and silver bullet.
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Taking a pill of youth definitely has its own merits, for example, looking twice younger than one's real physical age. Or that it turned out one could never age again, for their last moment will still make them be as young as they appear to be currently.

The latter was still a guess though. Not that she feels any difference in her physical looks after she consumed the pill, like there aren't any wrinkles nor degrading muscular strength or even the symptoms of her former dementia, was calling forth their knowness.

Truth be told, she hasn't been complaining regarding her physical status. It was rather a matter of mental status for her.

It was a couple of decades ago, she recalled, when she just went and plunged herself to be the active member of the syndicate, assuming she held no faith for justice anymore since she lost her husband and their beloved daughter. Her real daughter. Ah, she wasn't really sure how that had happened anymore, because when she came by, it's already too deep and too late to get out.

Not that she likes killing people without any proper reason though, she just had a firm beliefs of her own motto that one would reap what they sow; it just happened that she was the one to deliver their deaths. Simple as that.

And yes, she enjoys being in the syndicate, as it gives her power and it offers some kind of achievements that she could gloat herself into. Not to mention the joy and expected thrill each time she becomes a different persona; no matter what her motives are behind those masks. Or that time when she knows how it feels like to be the predator; lurking in the dark and haunted her prey before she makes her appearance, only to be presented with terror inside those eyes.

Such gleeful moments successfully feed her ego.

She didn't regret her decisions nor she relent her life. Since there was nothing she could or would attach herself with. Nothing anymore. She had lost everything precious so she had nothing left, right?

That's what she thought until she met them.

It was too late when she was aware that she had attached herself with something, or rather someone, in her former empty world. There are two person's she cares for regardless of their mutual standing of being an enemy. There are two persons she had become willing to attach herself with, even though such emotions would just mean her own doom. Not only she violated her own rules for having no attachment to anyone or anything, she even came to realize that she'd be willing to give her life for their sake -the emotions were so pronounced- something that she had forgotten how it feels like since she lost everything.

Funny as it sounds, she feels the excitement filling her soul to be recognized by them, else she just has to go and tear out her own masks for them to acknowledge her existence. To be rejoiced by their reactions to her antics or vice versa, it was always such a great feeling of accomplishment that brought both immense emotional and physical attachment, that she was willing to share.

Only for them.

And so, when the time comes for her to choose between her world or her unexpected attachment, maybe, just maybe, she would once again violate her own rules for their sake.

Afterall, she was always good at violating rules.